I am starting up a Small NATO Region that focuses on RP and stuff, such as trade and other things. i will also maybe make a discord server for it. rn i am going to just start up the region. Send me a Telegram if your interested in joining.
As Natalia sang to her, she was flooded with something that she missed dearly. Warmth. The warmth of being with the person that you love. As Natalia continued to sing, all Tiara could do was cry out in happiness, to be with Natalia once more was a blessing to her. She could feel how the crystal she was kept in began to warp as it was overfilled with energy, eventually reaching the point where it began to crack. And with that satisfying last 7 words, the diamond that kept Tiara locked away from Natalia broke, as Natalia's emotions flooded Tiara. In a flash of light, brightness of which was never seen before, Tiara was released. She opened her eyes, to reveal that everything around them was now just white. Not blindingly white, but white nonetheless. They were completely alone, so Tiara did the first thing that came to her mind. Rush and tackle Natalia into the most loving kiss she has ever given someone. Their bodies seemed to blend into one, as they were once again engulfed in in a bright light. In there, they were as one. As they were meant to be. Finally, One fully awakened Shuto Tiara spoke to Natalia.
"Believe me, that I won't leave you. Ever. I can't believe... that you've gone this far for me. I... don't know what to tell you, other than reassure you that for as long as I live, I will shower you with my pure, unfiltered love. Forever. If you ever feel down, do not be afraid to come to me. I will always be there for you, physically and spiritually. I don't care what happens, I'll follow you, until there is no more road for the both of us to travel on. I'll say this once, and i'll say it again and again until it's permanently on your mind... I love you, unconditionally."
And it was then that the both of them finally awoke, in the real world. They both pretty much springed up from their resting places... in two different hospital beds. Between them, was Persia, whom was holding both of their hands, connecting them. Persia seemed to be completely concentrated, and incredibly calm. Tiara looked at her eyes, as she slowly opened them.
"...Persia?..." - Tiara's voice was now entirely back to normal, yet she didn't understand what Persia was doing exactly. Persia let go of both Natalia's and Tiara's hands, and just kind of sat alongside Tiara. "Well, someone had to keep Natalia connected to you so that you woke up, Milady. I thought that it would be a good time to test out if I really am as 'conductive' as you say I am. Cannot say that I am displeased with this outcome. How are you feeling, Tiara? And you, Natalia? Are you okay? It's gotta be your first mind-dive, and the first time I did that I ended up with a headache." - It dawned on Tiara - Natalia probably collapsed as her mind as taken to where Tiara was, and Persia just did what Persia does best - connect people. "Persia, when we get back home... I promise you i'm taking you to a really, really nice restaurant to make it even." - Tiara smiled, as she found herself happy to be, well, herself again. "Don't worry about that. Besides, the only thing I ever want to do in my life is take pictures of you racing and love you, so it's not like this hasn't benefited me either. But that's besides the point. Nia has been up and about for a couple of days now, and she's been really worried. You probably need to go talk to her, and Natalia, do you mind to set us up with some rooms? I'm pretty sure that we all have work to do here in Azenyanistan." - Persia looked towards Natalia, smiling as she spoke. "...A couple of days?... How long have you had us connected?..." - Tiara's smiled turned a little sour. "Two days and about 8 hours on top of that. Don't worry about that, my Shuto Mode might not be as powerful as yours, but I handled it pretty nicely i'd say." - Persia looked back towards her love interest, never ending that sincere smile that she had.
Tiara was left speechless. Yet, she felt like she had to do something. So, she stood up, disconnected the one thing that was keeping her readings on, and sat down alongside Natalia. She then grabbed Persia by her arm and pulled her towards herself, locking her into a hug. With her free arm, she locked Natalia into a hug too. And with the two people that she loved the most now with her, Tiara let out a relieved sigh, and smiled.
"...There really aren't any other people that I love as much as I love the both of you. Natalia, giving it all up to see me again, and Persia, overworking herself to make it happen. Just who would I be without you two?... Say... Would you two be okay with marrying me? I really don't think that I can put it in any other way."
Arseny, a town that had seen decades of bombardments and war. A town that had been specifically targeted, like many others, during the so-called "Reign of Terror", which caused the population of the town to suddenly be on the decrease, and its banks and farms were destroyed and whatever was left was taken by the Nationalists for their personal projects or to help what they considered the "Example of Yakuvonians". Despite many attempts to rebuild after the nationalist state had fallen and been taken over by the republic, the town still remained a backwater, and many Yakuvonians refer to it as an example of a failure of the destroyed Yakuvonian state. However, despite so, the town seemed to be under peace, despite the revolutionary climate around it. However, like many other times in this Revolution... This was about to change.
Prior to Malinkov's death, the town had remained loyal to the republic government. After all, to them, they had the most chance to win the revolution compared to the so-called, "Dirty Communists" or the so-called "Tsarist dogs". As well as that, the republic was still loved by many Yakuvonians in the town, and they believed that the Republic would some day repair their town and have it be properly fixed. However... With Volkov Malinkov's death. The one bullet that killed him.. Might've as well killed the republic. To many Yakuvonians who were still loyal to the republic, they had believed that the only thing that was keeping the republic together.... Was the Vozhd himself. Malinkov. And unfortunately for the republic.
They were right.
With the news of Volkov Malinkov's death by the barrel of his general's gun, most workers and Yakuvonians despised the new militarist republic. In an ironic sort of sense, many people outright attempted to join or support the Tsardom or the Communists who they thought were just disgusting tumors of the republic, who were going to be killed off soon by the Republic.
Izmaylov, a political candidate in the 2015 elections, sat in his recliner, and looked to the news to stay up to date. To him, the republic system was something that was a prize of Yakuvony that needed to stay. However,upon the news the death of Malinkov, and the republic system getting abolished in favor for the military dictatorship, he knew that it was time to unveil the flags, and attempt to bring down the republic. He quickly stood up, grabbed a rifle and his flag, and left his house... For the last time.
He ran towards the town center. The town itself was somewhat packed but not too loud during this time; And to Izymaylov, that was the perfect time. The town was already discomforted with the news of Volkov Malinkov. But he knew, if he just spread the news of the military dictatorship, the already pushed town will push towards rebellion. He began running past houses that were full of holes which were caused by artillery fire, or houses that had some form of damage in them. He ignored the many looks he had gotten from his large crimson flag and rifle. The small travel to the town center was already becoming treacherous enough for Izymaylov though. The snow that was filing down was utterly cold, and he barely wore any proper winter clothing aside from his fur coat.
But finally, within a few treacherous moments, he had finally done it. He had reached the town center. He brought his flag high in the air and yelled; "The people of this town! I wish for your attention!" Within a few moments, few of the townies looked at him, and many others just ignored him. Annoyed, he fired a shot in the air,which caused a bunch of people to now look at him. He spoke once again, "I have news regarding our loyalty to the so called, honorable republic we have been living in. To us, this republic has been a symbol of our lives, and freedom from the dictatorship. However, if any of you had noticed, we have placed a mistake in our loyalty. The republic is now a dictatorship under the damn generals of the army! And for the past few.. 50+ years, we have been disregarded by the republic in all our years. The Republic we live in does not care for us. They only see us as an asset. We must rebel! Against the dictatorship. Against the republic who believes that all the people living here are just assets. We must return Yakuvony's glory! We must protect the people, and create a proper republic. For, that is what Yakuvony's true destiny is."
The people, who followed with what he said, yelled their support for Izmaylov. They rallied to his side, and marched the streets, up until they reach the city center, which the already exhausted Royal Guard gladly joined Izymaylov's forces. Few even mutinied against their captain who surrendered on the spot. Within a few moments, the red flag with the words - "Democracy - Food - Water" in Yakuvoniak Cyrillic, waved from the city center.
The Republic was failing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "You sure this trash works?" Said a private Commune soldier, as he looked at an old truck with a machine gun in the back of it. "Sure. I mean, the alternative to this, is a cart with horses moving it. I think I have one the back, if you nee-" Said another soldier, as he cleaning the oil off his hands. "On second thought.. I think I'll take this." "Thought so." .. The soldiers then looked at the truck for a moment, before looking back to each other. The soldier who was cleaning their hands looked towards the private soldier and said, "Remind me again boy.. What's your name?" "Chugunov... Named after a popular writer in my town." Chugunov had said after the other soldier had a confused look. "I see. Well.. Chugunov, my name is Uglov. I'll be the person that'll be riding this truck. You'll be the person handling the machine gun." "Oh boy... Well, Why though? I thought we were using this for defense." "Defense?" Uglov laughed. "No, that's a lie by the higher ups to misguide spies. We're here to steal some weapons from the Tsardom. Hopefully, with this, it'll force them to sign that damn treaty we've been wanting them to sign." "Treaty? Uglov, what treaty?" "Non aggression treaty. Where, we'd both be focusing our attacks on the republic. We wouldn't be able to attack each other then. And once the republic is fully occupied, we'd both now would be able to attack each other." Chugunov nodded for a moment, and said, "Well.. I see. I'll head into the back." Uglov nodded. "Be prepared. Because it's going to be a bumpy ride. Plus, we'll be walking into enemy territory, so, I'd hope we have enough ammunition for this." Chugunov replied "No worries. Lets get started now."
Within a few moments of preparing themselves, the truck's engine had started. Their machine gun was loaded, and they were ready to attack now. The engine had started, and now they were ready for a ride of a lifetime. The ride was bumpy, especially for Chugunov, who had to experience a few moments of his head, arm, and machine gun bob up and down. Within a few moments however, they'd finally entered the area they'd need to focus onto; Tsardom occupied territory. Within a few moments, Chugunov could notice from afar a small truck approaching with a few soldiers in it. As Chugunov held the grip, he looked at the machine gun, and the truck. He hesitated for a moment. But still pulled the trigger. Within a few moments, the machine gun had began firing straight into the small truck that was approaching. The clearly cheaply made truck clearly took a massive amount of damage from the machine gun. But within a few moments, the driver was shot dead, and the truck slowed down. Chugunov held his breath for a moment.
The next encounter was coming soon.
Fun fact; When I wrote - "...a small truck approaching with a few soldiers in it." It had originally said, "...a small truck approaching with a few trucks in it." Just goes to show y'all. I need sleep.